patient is the night | group of joiners

[deimos]

The face that poked through the undergrowth of the swamp, originally, was one that made the falcon wince a bit. The scarred cheek of his, exposing teeth, was one that the falcon could say she was glad she didn't have. However, it wasn't long before she sensed another presence, her talons shifting a bit in Ambrose's thick fur, tensing her body up. The lion that approached looked lovely, don't get her wrong, lion symbolism was pretty big where she came from- but it was angry. An angry soul, one that made Bridget shift a bit.

When Ambrose stepped forward she shifted herself a bit, coming to the ground of the swamp, her talons shifting a bit and her wings tucking neatly against her side. She let her siblings speak to the lion, her eyes instead turning towards Beck instead, some kind of pity there, but she turned her eyes away again. "It seems this place is less friendly then I hoped." She chirped softly, her talons gripping the moss beneath her. She sighed, almost thickly, as another unwelcome face approached.

A hyena.

Her head tilted crudely, clicking her beak together, as the hyena herself regarded the situation with hostility. Not far behind her was the tabby, and her feathers fluffy up a bit. She sighed, hanging her head for a moment, before lifting her beak and speaking just after Florence finished her piece. "That thought is for him to decide. Or the leader of this place, and judging by your speech, I have a feeling the hierarchy doesn't lay with you." When Bridget spoke to Snarl, of course, none of her words were hostile, just tense. She then shifted a bit, and introduced herself as Flo had.

"My name is Bridget Finch."

"SPEECH"

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